Happy friday! Or whatever day you see this 😄 your gregor story was so sweet 🥹 I was wondering if I could request something with bad batch era gregor and a reader who also has some memory problems or similar head trauma issues to him and they bond and click over that? Kind of like your wolffe village crazy reader hut with gregor? Thank you! 🫶🏻🥹🩷
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“Synaptic Sparks”
Gregor x Reader
The kettle was screaming again.
So was Gregor.
Not out of pain or fear—just because it matched the vibe.
You, meanwhile, were crouched on top of the kitchen counter, staring at a half-eaten ration bar and muttering like a mystic. “It’s not food. It’s compressed war crimes in foil.”
Gregor—wearing one boot, one sock, and a pair of cargo shorts that definitely belonged to someone else—pointed at it with the intensity of a man who hadn’t slept in 36 hours.
“Lick it. Maybe it’ll bring back a memory.”
You blinked. “You first.”
“No way. Last time I licked something weird, I forgot how to blink for a week.”
You both burst out laughing, which rapidly devolved into wheezing. Gregor collapsed onto the floor, hand on his chest. “Kr—kriff, I think I pulled something. Brain muscle. The left one.”
You slid down from the counter, your hand trailing across the cabinets like they were handholds on a starship mid-crash. “They said head trauma would make things difficult. They didn’t say it would make things entertaining.”
Gregor grinned up at you from the floor, that familiar deranged glint in his eyes. “It’s like being haunted by yourself.”
You sat beside him. “I forget people’s names, but I remember the sound blasters make when they tear through durasteel. That seems fair.”
“I forgot how to open a door last week. Just stared at it. Thought it was mocking me.”
You leaned your head on his shoulder. “Was it?”
“Oh yeah. Bastard was smug.”
There was a moment of quiet, broken only by the groan of the aging outpost walls and the occasional kettle death-wail. Gregor’s hand found yours—messy, calloused fingers, twitchy and warm.
“You know,” he said, voice low, “sometimes I think the only reason I’m still kicking is because I don’t remember how to stop.”
“That’s poetic,” you murmured. “In a way that makes me concerned for both of us.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I’m real inspirational. Clone propaganda poster level.”
You turned to look at him. “Gregor?”
“Yeah?”
“If I forget who you are someday…”
“I’ll just remind you,” he said simply. “Over and over. ‘Til it sticks again. Or until I forget too, and we can introduce ourselves like strangers every morning.”
You smiled. It hurt your face, but it was real.
“That sounds nice,” you said.
“We could make a game of it. Day seventy-eight: You think I’m a bounty hunter. Day eighty-five: I think you’re a hallucination.”
You laughed so hard you nearly fell backward. Gregor caught you—barely—and pulled you into a messy half-hug that turned into a full one, both of you on the floor, limbs tangled like tossed laundry.
It was insane. It was unstable.
But it was home.
⸻
Outside, the sky cracked with thunder.
Inside, you and Gregor planned a tea party for your imaginary friends and discussed the philosophical implications of soup.
Memory was a shaky thing. But whatever this was between you?
Hey, anybody recall how in Legends Plo Koon had an unnamed Padawan in 21 BBY? Do you have recommendations for how to swing that cat over the fence, because it's giving me ideas and I don't yet know 1 how to make it work, and 2 if I should use that as angst potential for Wolffe before he gets the recovery period he deserved in Rebels but in my AU.
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I love your fics , they makes me dream 💕
I would like to make a request with the fluff prompt 7: “You’re comfy.” and the NSFW prompt 7: “Come on, you can be louder. It’s just us.” for Rebels!Gregor , please , with a female reader , if that's okay for you 😊
In the Morning*** 🌊
🫧 Pairings: Rebels Gregor X Female Reader
word count: 1.1k
prompts:
“You’re comfy.”
“Come on, you can be louder. It’s just us.”
Summary: Alone time was rare with Gregor so the two of you make the most of the moment.
warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Established relationship, morning sex, p in v, oral sex ie cunnilingus, soft smut, dirty talk, explicit sexual content and language, creampie.
Authors note: Thanks for the request bestie! Enjoy 🩶 @griffedeloup
The morning sun filters through the crevices of the AT-TE, rousing you from sleep with its gentle warmth kissing your skin. Not only the sun, but the warmth of your beloved beside you. You roll over to face him, his handsome features captivating even in slumber. With tender fingers, you trace the lines of his aging face, finding beauty in every detail.
Nestling closer, you inadvertently awaken Gregor, who greets you with a husky voice and open arms. "Good mornin’, my sweet," he murmurs, offering you a cozy place at his side.
"Mmm, morning," you reply, savouring the tranquility of the moment as your eyes flutter back close.
Turning to you, Gregor's warm gaze traces along your face before he presses a kiss to your hair. "Did you sleep well?" he inquires softly.
You chuckle, teasing him gently. "I sleep best when I'm with you, until the snoring starts," you jest, peeking at him with a playful glint in your eye.
“Hey, I don’t snore.” He protests with mock offense, clutching his chest.
“Oh and Wolffe is always a ray of sunshine.” You counter with a smirk making him chuckle and hold you close.
“Alright, alright, you got me there.” The two of you lay with another for a while, your fingers tracing along his bare torso whilst his hand rests on your hip. “We getting up?”
“Not yet,” you saw softly, cuddling closer to him, “you’re comfy.”
As the morning stretches ahead, a sudden surge of longing and sexual desire ignites within you. With Rex and Wolffe still absent, leaving just you and Gregor alone, the opportunity for intimacy after a long time of not having a moment together was very tempting.
Turning to Gregor, a playful glint in your eyes, you ask about their return. "Are Rex and Wolffe back yet?" you ask, your voice soft and laden with anticipation.
Gregor's hand traces the curve of your side as he shifts to face you. "I don't think so... Why?" he responds, his interest piqued.
With a teasing smile, you lean in closer, your breath mingling with his. "I was just wondering if my Commando would be up for some... fun?" you suggest, your lips hovering tantalisingly close to his, eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes.
A flicker of amusement dances in Gregor's eyes, his desire evident as a sudden erection grows in his pants. "You know I'd never say no to that, babe," he murmurs huskily.
In a swift motion, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, one you return with heat as your hands entwine around his neck. He moves ontop of you, the shared duvet forgotten and tossed to the floor as he eagerly strips away your shorts.
With a soft moan escaping your lips, Gregor's kisses trail down your neck, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body. His skilled hand cups your heat, massaging his fingers between your folds that elicits gasps of desire from you as he expertly teases and tantalises your most sensitive areas. His thumb flicks across your clit, making you arch into him and make a whiny cry of need.
“Spread your legs for me.” He whispers, placing your bare thighs.
You obey, spreading them as you watch him
settle between your legs. “A little wider,” he instructs, humming in approval when your legs spread to the perfect angle, allowing Gregor to bury his face between your thighs and more importantly, letting his lips kiss at your skin before resting on your glistening folds. He kisses them, whispering how delicious you taste before licking a long stripe between your folds.
“Gregor…that’s…” your words fail you, your hand resting on the back of his head as Gregor enjoys his morning snack, eating your pussy like a man starved.
“What? Come on, you can be louder. It’s just us.” He looks at you from between your legs, his eyes shining as he laps at your clit, watching you squirm as your moans get loud and louder.
“It’s so good, so fucking good.” You blush, fingers gripping onto the bed as your knees begin to shake, toes curling as you watch him.
His tongue makes circular motions and soon stars are blurring your vision. But, Gregor was forever a tease and pulls away before you were about to hit your high. “Wha- why did you do that?” You whine in frustration but suddenly gasping as his large hands grip at your hips, pulling you close before he pulls his cock out of his pants and palms himself in front of you.
“I want you to cum on my cock,” he states, your eyes blown in lust as you admire his pearly white precum that was already dripping from his tip, “and then I can cum in you.”
You pull him back into a sloppy, passionate kiss, tongues licking and swirling against one another. “Do it then.” You purr into his hot mouth.
Gregor grins as he slips sluggishly inside you, his eyes fluttering closed as he thrusts slowly, giving you time to adjust to his girth. You groan, tilting your hips up so he could hit you with perfectly angled thrusts. It feels divine and you can’t help but bury your face in his shoulder as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
His hand’s indecisively caress your breasts, pulling them free from your tank top as your legs wrap around his build. “I want this to last forever,” you moan, hands almost clawing at his back as his pace quickens. The bed squeaks, loud, but neither of you seemed to mind. Especially since the other two weren’t here.
“Me too,” he chuckles, kissing your neck before he sits up, admiring your bouncing breasts and how good it looked seeing him slip inside you, “but I’m not as young as I - oh fuck - used to be.”
“Still perfect for me.” You sigh, whimpering as his hands clasp your waist again as he thrust becomes sporadic but intense, thighs slapping against your own. “Right there, r-right there.”
“You like that, hm? Such a good girl.” He growls but his breath becomes ragged and you knew he was close. And so were you.
The familiar heat in your core burns, your vision blurred as you pant his name pathetically, gripping onto him as he falls forward, burying himself into your neck as he spills completely inside you. You hit your own high soon after, legs twitching as you become absolutely spent.
He rolls off the top of you, panting and wiping sweat from his brow. He holds you close, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles softly. “Was that alright?”
You smile, your mind in the heavens as you come down from your climax. “Perfect.”’
Both laying in a comfortable silence, Gregor turns to you again and smirks softly. “Would you… would you be up for another round?”
You blink, a smirk on your lips as you look back at him. “How could I say no to an offer like that?”
It's Wednesday, which means I'm in my Gregor feels. I kind of want to throw shade at popular fanon takes on him, but instead, I'm just going to focus on Canon!Gregor, who is:
